- Previously onNancy Drew... - Nancy thinks she's gone
to the woods to kill a creature, but it's not a creature.
NICK [on phone]: Tell Nancy to stop!
The Sin Eater is a person!
[roaring, screeching]
♪ ♪
[thunder rumbling]
Tristan?
♪ ♪
He's still alive.
RYAN: Nancy, if that's him, you need to get out of here.
The Glasses have tried
to kill me for way less than cross-bowing their son.
You've gotta go!
- Let me go! - No!
[roaring, screeching]
Nancy!
[growling]
[screaming, groaning]
- [panting] - [softly]: Hey.
Whoa. Whoa. No, no, no, no, no.
[groans, panting]
[straining]: Another adventure.
Shot, naked, and meeting your dad.
All in one night.
Why didn't you tell me?
I didn't want you to run away. [groans loudly]
It's okay...
Dying in your arms?
It's not so bad.
No, you're not going anywhere. I did this.
And I will find a way to fix it. Come hell or high water...
It'll probably be both.
You are not gonna die tonight.
[both panting]
My God.
♪ ♪
[frantic knocking on door]
[sighs]
- [knocking continues] - Okay...
- RYAN: Carson! - What?
- [breathlessly]: Hey. - Hey.
We got a problem, man.
What is it?
- Is it Nancy? Is she okay? - No. Yes, yes, she's fine.
Physically she's fine. Emotionally, not so much.
- Whose blood is that? - Tristan Glass's!
The lobster kid. The son of my mortal enemies.
Yes, he is the Sin Eater! And Nancy shot him in the woods
with a poisoned arrow, and now he might die.
Wait, hang on, you brought our daughter to the woods
with a bow and arrows?
Well, technically, it was a small crossbow
and a couple arrows, but...
And the whole plan to kill a Sin Eater was in the works
long before I got involved.
Will you stop saying "Sin Eater"
like it's just something everyone says!
We've got real problems here.
Like how the Glasses hate you,
which means they hate our daughter by association.
[groaning]: Oh, man...
[quietly]: I know.
[panting]
What are we gonna do?
[Carson sighs]
We talk to the Glasses.
And get ahead of this... Parents to parents.
Yeah. Yeah.
Or we just bury the evidence and they never find out it's us?
[sighs]
Okay. You're right.
Your way's better.
I'll, um... [exhales]
I'll arrange a meeting.
[panting]
[shouting]
NICK: He's still losing blood!
Bess, hurry!
NICK: If only I figured it out faster...
Nick! I shot him!
Bess!
Yes! I hear you!
Doesn't make my supplies any less limited!
[sighs] Could Callie have picked a worse time to take over
the Historical Society?
If Nancy didn't inherit this house from her ancestor-witch,
we would be screwed!
Oh, so we're not screwed?
Oh no, we're still screwed.
Did you find anything in the yacht club basement books
about an antidote?
Nope. And unless you fix that arrow wound,
the poison is a total non-issue.
[sighing]: Oh, great.
NICK: Even with what we've salvaged for the underground
Historical Society,
Bess doesn't have the tools.
Tristan needs a hospital.
TRISTAN [straining]: A hospital can't help.
The wound is supernatural. Too many questions.
Okay!
Good news: I have Morgroot!
It's a herbal twilight anesthesia.
- [pulls cork] - Inhale.
[inhaling]
Temperance's grimoire has a ritual that can
mystically seal the wound once the arrow is out.
Okay, well, are you ready to pull it?
What? Me?
No! I can't do it! A wrong move would pierce an artery.
We need someone with actual medical knowledge, like Ace!
NANCY: Great. Yeah, let's call my ex
- to save the guy I like. - [line ringing]
And shot.
[weakly]: You like me?
[groans]
[FaceTime ringing]
[ringing continues]
Ace's phone. I'm Ace.
Tristan's the Sin Eater,
Nancy shot him with the poisoned arrow,
- and now he's dying. - [Ace groans]
What if we leave the arrow in?
ACE: No, no, no, no, no, I don't want him to end up here.
Every second that arrow
stays put, his body absorbs more of that poison.
Okay, so he have to pull the arrow out.
Okay, I'll do it.
Nancy, I-I know you feel guilty
about taking the shot, but this is really going to hurt.
For me I just wouldn't.
Look, I can do it, but Ace is right.
I can't do it with you watching.
NANCY: I'll be right outside.
So, on the count of three, you're gonna pull up.
You're gonna pull straight up. All right?
One, two...
Pull!
- [arrow snaps] - [screaming]
- [screaming echoing] - [gasps]
NICK: More Morgroot, Bess!
BESS: Okay, inhale!
- [inhaling] - That's it, inhale. More.
[Tristan groans]
Hanc victimam eripe
fatis mortuorum, nunc liga et sana...
NICK: Okay. Okay. The bleeding's slowing down.
[panting]: Okay.
But we got nothing to close it with.
Ma-Maybe I cauterize it?
Yeah. Yeah, that'll work. Um, you find something metal?
♪ ♪
Here.
[both panting]
BESS: Okay. Ready? Pretty sure I got the knock-out dose right.
NICK: I hope so.
'Cause this is gonna hurt.
[skin searing]
♪ ♪
NANCY: Any mention of an antidote?
Nothing.
I was just looking at the town's former Sin Eaters,
back to Nashua Kipp,
the very first.
Each one of these people was Tristan's former life.
Can you imagine if your soul was forced to
keep reincarnating, no matter what?
Well, that's the thing,
the poison works by killing the body and soul
of the Sin Eater.
So, if we lose Tristan, that means no more reincarnating.
Which means no more Sin Eater.
And that means no more cover-ups.
Are you trying to find a silver lining?
Nancy, the poison is fatal, no matter the dose.
Look...
It says right here if it's not delivered
to the Sin Eater's heart,
it just takes longer to kill them.
How much time does he have?
GEORGE: Ten hours.
♪ ♪
Unless we can find and deliver an antidote,
Tristan has ten hours to live.
♪ ♪
Okay, we have less than ten hours on the clock
and there is still no mention of the word "antidote."
I might have something.
Bess forwarded me everything the Guild of Societies Historical
sent about the poison.
There's a footnote in Latin.
I recognize this part: "prima peccatum."
First sin.
NANCY: "Levare" means to lift.
So, to lift "prima peccatum,"
you need "tandem comedi"...
or "last eaten."
To counteract the poison of the first sin,
you need the one that was last eaten.
Okay, so how do we get the last eaten sin?
[knocking on door]
Take us to our son.
NICK: Your threats are not helping right now!
If our son dies from that poisoned arrow,
we take an eye for an eye!
Enough! All of you.
♪ ♪
If we're going to save Tristan
we need to work together.
[sighing]: We can create an antidote from the last sin he ate.
Well, I called to him last night, but it wasn't my sin.
Because Nancy shot him before he could eat it!
And we are trying to save him now!
When he wakes up...
can he tell us what he saw after he was called?
No. He can't.
When he comes to he has no memory
of anything that happened.
But we have spent the last 15 years
looking for a way to cure our son from the Sin Eater curse.
That's why we got into the relic trade.
If anybody can help you find an antidote, we can.
♪ ♪
- Calm down... - Okay.
So you let them walk up here,
ring on the doorbell, like they're some dinner guests?
The Glasses tried to kill us!
Do they think that we've forgotten?
- Take a breath. Okay? - [sighs]
Shelby's probably not gonna let you near Tristan again.
And so if you need to step away, do it.
All right, there's a lot of cooks in the kitchen today.
- Yeah. - [phone chimes]
"Not at the moment.
- Kitchen is full." - [phone chirps]
[groans]
♪ ♪
[static whirring]
[inhales sharply]
[straining]: Hi, Ghost.
A friend was in trouble, but I'm here now.
- We have a problem. - [ghostly static crackles]
Everybody thinks that you're Mia Preston, a missing camper.
Now her parents are coming to collect your remains today.
They'll take you to their town's morgue and do testing.
If that happens, I might not be able to talk to you anymore,
and then we'll never figure out who you are.
So will you please help me help you?
GHOST: I'm trying.
[Ace cries out]
♪ ♪
GHOST [stammering]: I'm sorry...
I didn't mean to...
That was on me, I pushed you too hard.
[whispering]: Are you there?
- [door opens] - [cries out] Bess!
[door closes]
[ice rustling]
Right...
Tristan might not need me anymore, but...
you certainly do.
George and Carson are working on a timeline
of when the last sin was eaten
based on the roundel and Nick's camera footage.
Neither Tristan nor our unknown sinner
will remember what the sin is.
NICK: And the stomach pump won't work.
It seems the black sludge only generates
after the Sin Eater dies.
So the Late Eight reanimated corpses could spit up sins,
- but Tristan can't? - In light of our new alliance,
we should probably tell you...
we were the ones who raised those bodies...
by mistake.
It was a misfire in a ritual that we used
to try to cure Tristan.
Case solved.
You know our friend almost went to jail for that?
NICK: We're gonna discuss that later.
Right now we need to focus on getting the essence
of the last sin into the Jar of Acquirement
- to make the antidote. - Okay...
So how do we fill a jar with a sin that no one remembers?
Well, an Ambyth could work.
It's a recall relic.
So legend says it could prod a sinner
to remember their erased sin
and then they can confess their sin directly into the jar.
I'll contact the Ambyth's owner, see if I can get my hands on it.
Meanwhile, we need to figure out who the last sinner is.
This got the black door to show us all the sinners at once,
but then the mirror fought back.
I think I figured out a fix to slow down the images.
I'll go and figure it out.
Ah, we'll go and figure it out.
Yeah, it takes a Hudson to get to the black door.
It's at the Yacht Club.
So we'll go.
♪ ♪
You're scared of me.
I see it.
Ask me whatever you want.
I'll be honest.
♪ ♪
Do you remember your past lives?
Do you remember yours?
- [soft chuckle] - Not saying that you have them,
but I'm probably not the only person you know
with an old soul.
This... Sin Eater curse, it's like a...
cancer...
that attaches to your soul and then...
reincarnates into an unborn baby in every generation?
It could be any baby born in Horseshoe Bay.
Look, I know you weren't looking for a guy
with a Sin-Eater tumor when you checked
"Yes, I'll go on a date with you."
Look, I'm coming out of a relationship
that got really messy.
And then you came along and it felt easy,
and... uncomplicated,
and right.
And I wasn't ready for this.
TRISTAN: How could you be?
I know I have this...
other side.
But I'm still the guy you danced with
- and who left those shells. - [softly]: Yeah, I know.
That's why it's hard. [soft chuckle]
But you came back through the ghost web to save me.
I'm gonna save you now.
And then?
We go our separate ways?
I don't know.
[sighs]
I've tried various ways to communicate with the ghost.
Normally, she's a voice through the radio.
This is the first time I've seen her in ghostly form.
I couldn't see her though.
She clearly prefers you.
Well, she seems shy...
like she's embarrassed.
What are you doing?
I'm going to try... to tap into her chaos.
You step aside, please.
[clears throat]
[inhales, exhales deeply]
Ghost.
We call you forth.
Show us what you remember.
- ACE: Ooh. Hey. Radio's on. - [radio whirring]
[static buzzing]
Nothing.
- [ghostly static crackles] - GHOST: I can't...
Only you hear me.
- She says only I can hear her. - [Bess scoffs]
Okay...
Well, I don't love the idea of a spirit attaching only to you.
You know, usually that's the malevolent kind that does that.
She isn't malevolent.
- How do you know? - I feel her.
She's... lost,
and restless, and confused.
It's not evil.
But unless we figure out
who she is we can't help her find peace.
Yeah, because she's not Mia Preston, yes, I know.
You want to prove it?
Yes.
Then we need to find the real Mia.
Makes sense to me.
Ghost, you want to help us find
the real Mia?
[wind whooshing]
[ghostly static crackles]
- That feels like a yes. - Yep.
RYAN [on phone]: Hey. Nick. What's the latest?
I caught up with George and Carson.
They said the last eaten sin was two Fridays ago
when the roundel led us to the Sin Eater.
My cameras haven't caught any Sin Eater walks in the woods
outside of the one last night, so...
I think their math's on point.
Does that timeframe help?
I wish, buddy.
It won't make a difference.
And the mirror doesn't want to give us anything.
It's already fried your rewinder gismo again.
SHELBY: We'll keep looking down here.
See if y'all missed anything.
Yeah. Consider this place combed.
[phone beeps]
So, uh... you said you'd been looking for a cure
for 15 years for Tristan?
Is that when you found out
about his transformation?
What? I... search better when I talk, so...
Jonas and I adopted the happiest child.
And then when he turned six, it started.
He'd go missing at night.
Be sick for days after.
Wake up screaming from nightmares.
RYAN: That's horrible. What'd you do?
Quickly learned that Western medicine can't help.
So got into the relic trade.
We traveled the world searching for ancient cures.
But once he got into his teenage years,
we had to move back.
If Tristan isn't close to town, he sickens.
His soul is shackled here.
And eventually,
Sin Eaters die by 30,
even without poisoned arrows.
Because their bodies can't take it.
You, um... came close
to a cure, though?
We found a ritual.
The Oblato Carca.
But... we mistranslated it.
Part of its symbols, like Celtic, but not quite.
And, uh... unfortunately, we've had business disagreements
with every expert in that part of the world.
I haven't alienated anyone yet in British antiquities so...
You can send me what you need translated
and I'll make some calls.
What is that?
I think it's glass...
hidden in the fountain.
RYAN [quietly]: What is this?
- Let me get my knife, hold on. - [blade flicks]
♪ ♪
Wait...
It's a camera.
Our flashlights must've reflected off of the lens.
Why is there a camera here?
Because the sinners wash their hands in this fountain
to complete the ritual.
Somebody must be keeping tabs.
Look, if we can figure out where this transmits to,
we can get a photo of the last known sinner.
And maybe get an idea of who's tracking the Sinners.
Ryan and Shelby say the fountain camera's transmission
is going to take a while to run down.
Tristan doesn't have a while, he has six hours to be exact.
And Jonas has gone to meet the Ambyth owner in New Hampshire.
That's a trip.
Here's a crazy idea:
what if we could pull memories out of Tristan?
His mom believes his eaten sins are stored
in his subconscious somewhere.
Maybe Bess knows hypnosis?
Or we could try the Ambyth?
That relic only works recon magic on sinners,
not Sin Eaters.
And I'm not willing to road-test it on Tristan.
NICK: Right. Okay.
Hypnosis it is.
I'll call Bess.
We don't need Bess.
We have Temperance's memory weave powder.
Having been in a few weaves myself,
it's best to be prepared.
[weakly]: Thanks for the heads-up.
- What do I have to do? - Not much.
I blow the dust, we grab hands,
and I go into your memories with you.
All you have to do is take us to the correct night:
two Fridays ago.
You need some backup in that uncharted mind?
Couldn't hurt.
♪ ♪
[low growling]
NICK: Oh, my God...
The cloud must be the last sin you ate.
You walk the town's perimeter to consume it.
[roaring]
It feels like I... get a terrible beating.
Every time it's worse.
What are those?
♪ ♪
NANCY: I think your past lives have come to check out
what you're up to.
♪ ♪
[roaring]
[Tristan groans lightly]
The sin.
I remember something.
- Whoa. - [Tristan groans]
NICK: Hey... okay. Okay. Okay. Okay.
[Tristan groans loudly]
[ragged, heavy breathing]
[breathlessly]: The sin...
I can taste it...
A man... a lust... marble...
gardenias, and...
[ragged breathing]
and...
Mac and cheese.
Mac and cheese?
So was that a clue or was he just hungry?
It doesn't matter.
George and I are a great team.
This is like discovery in my world.
We will take the clues we have, look for more evidence,
we'll find the last sinner.
All right, slow down, Sparky.
NANCY: If you can put together Tristan's clues,
or Ryan and Shelby get back here with an image
from that basement sin-cam,
we can still deliver the antidote in time.
- Good. - Okay, call Jonas and tell him
- we're going to meet at your house. - Okay.
NICK: Tristan. Tristan!
[sighing]: Dad, I told you, I wanna be there when the boat docks.
He just jumped out of bed.
NANCY: Okay, dying brains do weird things
when they start to shut down...
One of those phases can be regression.
Maybe an, an old memory is resurfacing?
Tristan,
you can take the Joleneout when you feel better.
[feminine voice]: Ew... who's Tristan?
And I'm naming the boat Lost Time.Duh.
That's not regression...
That's India Burnett...
We brought Tristan's past lives back from the memory weave.
♪ ♪
I've got photos of the lives and their stats.
Maybe one of them can help us get Tristan back.
TRISTAN [as Stephen]: Far out, man.
Course I can help you.
Get a backroom deal going. A little confab?
Uh-huh... That is our '70s man about town, Mr. Stephen Lai.
It seems they're coming in reverse chronological order.
- Dynomite... - What does that mean for Tristan?
Is he getting shoved deeper into his subconscious?
NANCY: Yeah. I think so.
We need that antidote.
Yeah...
JONAS: Ambyth is in the car... How's it going over here?
All right, man and lust and marble
led to a rich guy covering up an affair.
CARSON: And this is the part of town
with wealthy developments.
- But gardenias are stumping us. - Yeah.
NICK: All right, well, I drove by a new development
on East Hill a few weeks back.
It was being replanted with all white flowers;
could be gardenias.
Okay. Um... East Hill...
Wicker Cove...
Here's their H.O.A.'s social page...
and it is covered with gardenias!
Nice. Okay.
Who could our man be?
♪ ♪
Wait, wait, wait, stop. Go back. Look.
GEORGE: "Annual Mac Bake."
- [snaps fingers] - Mac and cheese was a real clue. Okay.
- Now all we need is some lust. - Oh.
"H.O.A. president and father of two Johnny Wedgeford,
and his neighbor, PTA treasurer Dory Rice, hosted."
CARSON: That hand says lust to me.
♪ ♪
[Bess sighs heavily]
Okay, so Mia went missing four days ago,
and was last seen setting up camp around here.
This trail's new.
I remember from my Eagle Scout days the original trail
went that way.
Yes!
You know, I read that some trails closed from mudslides
after the tsunami.
Well, if Mia was familiar with the old trails,
maybe she got lost looking for them.
[sighing]
[George clears throat]
- Hi! - Hey!
GEORGE: Johnny Wedgeford? Wow!
Those are some gardenias.
- I'm sorry, who are you? - We're new to the neighborhood
and we'd, we'd love to ask you some questions.
- [Ambyth buzzing] - [John grunting]
What the hell?!
You... you said
that the Ambyth would help him remember his sin...
You didn't say it would do that!
Is he okay?
[shakily]: Dory and I had a...
Yeah. Dory.
You shtupped your neighbor the night of the Mac Bake
and called in the Sin Eater to cover it up.
♪ ♪
Look, we don't want money.
And we're not gonna tell your wife. Okay?
As long as you speak the truth into our jar
and never mention it to anyone. Got it?
♪ ♪
That was... mystical extortion.
Hey, we got the last sin, but the clock is ticking.
Your dad's house is closer so meet there?
- Okay. - [phone beeps]
You good?
- [softly]: Yeah. - Huh.
[thunder crackling]
BESS [gasps]: No... not a storm.
Lightning storms are what caused Mia's campsite to catch fire.
You should take your headphones and radio off.
What?
Take this off before you get electrocuted.
[Bess sighs]
[thunder continues]
Mia?!
Mia!
- MIA: Help! - Mia!
Help!
Mia!
BESS: You're alive!
ACE: Hey. We're here to help you. Come on.
My leg's broken. I can't move it.
Hold on.
BESS: It's okay. We're coming.
♪ ♪
ACE: Can you take my hand?
- [Mia groaning] - BESS: Yeah, come on.
That's it...
♪ ♪
- [loud thunder crashes] - [tree cracking]
[thunder crashing]
[panting]
Thank you, Ghost.
[softly]: That's it. Come on. We're going.
[Tristan grunting loudly]
[as Onias]: You're the monsters!
He's regressing through past lives.
- This is Onias Carver from 1882. - [grunting continues]
- What?! - We got the antidote!
- [grunting continues] - Do it! Do it now!
[cries out]
- [sizzling] - [Tristan groaning]
- [growling] - Why isn't it working?
- It's the wrong sin! - How's that possible?
Someone must have had a sin eaten after Johnny Wedgeford.
I'm going back in the memory weave.
- NICK: What, now?! - GEORGE: Now?!
The last memory weave almost killed him!
If I don't go he dies either way.
The sins are deep in his subconscious.
I'm gonna find the last one and pull it out.
Nancy, find Nashua, he'll take you.
The original Sin Eater. He knows where
- the sins are kept? - Yeah.
♪ ♪
[birds twittering]
[sighs]
Nashua. Please find me.
[exhales]
You're here.
You know me?
Of course.
We've walked this path many times before.
We have?
Never mind. We have to hurry.
To save your soul, I need you to show me
the last sin Tristan ate.
Can you take me to where the sins are kept?
♪ ♪
The deepest part of your subconscious
looks like the Yacht Club basement?
It is where all this began.
[door opens]
♪ ♪
[door closing]
♪ ♪
This is the sin you seek.
Release it.
♪ ♪
Quick! Get it in the jar.
[panting]
♪ ♪
[gasping]
[panting]
Now that was the right sin.
Any idea what it was?
None.
But it worked.
♪ ♪
- [crickets chirping] - [owl hooting]
I still have no idea who this "watcher" is,
even with an I.P. address and property records.
Whoever they are they're smart.
Having a place outside of town limits is the only way
to process images from that spy cam in the basement.
♪ ♪
RYAN: You find anything?
SHELBY: No.
♪ ♪
[exhales deeply]
[paper rustling]
[phone ringing]
- Is that Tristan? - Yeah. Yeah...
TRISTAN [on phone]: Mom, the antidote worked.
- I'm all right. - Oh! Thank God!
Okay, I'll see you at home.
Go straight to bed. I mean it.
Okay, Mom, good night.
[both sigh]
RYAN: That's good.
I was waiting till we heard
that Tristan was all right to tell you.
My contact came back with your mistranslated word
from your ritual.
What does it mean?
RYAN: It means "last sinner."
Apparently last sinners are vital to all things
Sin Eater ritual related.
♪ ♪
Of course...
Thank you, Ryan.
[softly]: Yeah.
Anyway, this place is a dead end.
That I.P. address must have been spoofed.
[door opens]
♪ ♪
- [crickets chirping] - [dog barking]
Ooh...
You've got that "my first day with the supernatural" look.
I'm a lawyer.
I shouldn't have been involved in a coerced confession.
Let alone a pre-meditated assault.
Oh, it was a little zap!
Johnny's fine.
That was more than a "zap."
And a lot less than Tristan dying.
We have talked about the real-world consequences
for your actions before, right?
Okay, Carson, have you learned nothing today?
There's only one Horseshoe Bay and it has a Sin Eater.
That means until Tristan is cured,
crimes like bashing a girl's head in
or watching a man drown in a tub still get covered up,
just like Wedgeford's mac and cheese affair.
And those earlier crimes
were attempted murder and negligent homicide.
GEORGE: Yeah.
And lawyers can't try cases
when no one even knows there is a case.
If that injustice isn't "real world" to you,
then, honestly, I don't know what is.
[crickets chirping]
Hey, how's Tristan?
Oh, I helped Jonas take him home.
Seems like he's gonna be okay.
[sighs]
Tristan was asking after you, too.
I kind of decided that we should part ways earlier.
[Nancy sighs]
NICK: Have your feelings changed?
I am still drawn to him even after everything I saw today.
There was this moment in the mind weave
where it felt like Nashua and I were connected.
And I know I sound insane.
It's not even Tristan, it's one of his past lives.
NICK: You don't sound insane.
I know you liked Tristan
because it all seemed easy with him,
but everyone is complicated.
[groaning]: I know...
But I just kind of hoped, deep down,
that, that, that he was my ticket
to a mature, drama-free relationship.
Yeah.
Maybe there's no such thing.
[Nancy sighs]
Maybe, maybe "drama-free" would have been nice at first.
But I think you're drawn to Tristan even more now
because he's a mystery.
- [phone vibrating] - [Nick chuckles]
♪ ♪
[crickets chirping]
ACE: Oh, that's amazing.
Yeah. No, thank you.
- Bye. - [phone beeps]
Mia's at the hospital with her parents.
- She's gonna be fine. - [sighs]
Tristan's a-okay.
They're calling us local heroes.
[Bess scoffs]
Us and the ghost.
Her assist probably won't make the newspaper.
[Bess chuckles]
You know, it's clear that she has...
a strong emotional connection to you
that's what anchors her to our plane.
I'm just trying to figure out who she is
and help her move on.
That's all.
Yeah, I said the same thing about Odette's spirit.
Save yourself the heartache, please?
Don't get too attached.
♪ ♪
[door opens]
[door closes]
Ghost, I know you're shy.
But I also feel like our connection is growing.
I may have looked scared when you saved me in the woods,
but I'm not afraid anymore.
And I want to see you as you are.
[static crackling]
[ghostly whooshing]
♪ ♪
[crickets chirping]
TRISTAN: I had to, um,
thank you in person for not giving up on me.
I may still be a Sin Eater, but... at least I'm alive
because of you.
♪ ♪
I'll leave you alone from now on.
What if I don't want you to?
You're not... the person I thought you were,
but I'm probably not who you thought I was either.
[soft chuckle]
That's why people go out on dates to figure this all out.
I can't give you a normal relationship.
[whispering]: Neither can I.
If you really mean that, that was technically our first date.
I mean, I asked if you'd meet me Friday night.
[inhales]: And I did.
- I met all of you, in fact. - [chuckles]
[both chuckling]
What changed your mind?
The spark.
How did you know Nashua was gonna help me?
It's hard to say.
In those final moments,
he could get through to me for the first time.
It was like he knew you.
Like...
Like we've walked this path many times before.
Maybe I'm more prepared for you than I thought.
♪ ♪
Red, thanks for getting that word translated,
and for the full Oblato Carca ritual.
I'm worried I've stepped into something. Period.
[inhales, exhales deeply]
[phone whooshes]
"Full translation in your inbox.
What have you gotten into?"
[sighs]
"I hope this helps.
"The translation text is at the bottom.
Here are the contents that I found. Red."
[inhales]
"To cure the soul of the Sin Eater affliction,
you must sacrifice the body of the last sinner."
♪ ♪
- [door opens] - [wind whistling]
TRISTAN: What are you doing here?
Are you following me now?
I wish it were that simple.
The last eaten sin was yours.
What? No! I would never do that.
There has to be some sort of mistake!
- No! No! - [Nancy grunting]
[jabs with relic]
We're doing this for you, son!
- Leave her! - [jabs with relic]
[straining]: One day, you'll understand.
♪ ♪
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and TOYOTA.
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[woman screams, bell dings]
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